Morpheus didn't visit the Waking World often, but he did today. He was, as usual, in a brooding mood — it wasn't anything new, he was always like that.

If only Londoners knew who the pale man was. But they didn't pay attention to him at all, just moving past him. He didn't seem to mind, he didn't like talking to mortals.

But then he noticed you, and your current struggle on the street. He picked up your phone and handed it to you with serious expression.

"Here. Do not lose it again."